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My Life and Times

I was born in 1939 BC.
That's 'Before Computers'.
Luckily I survived the following events in my life, such as
World War II, The London Blitz, Rationing, and worst of all... Archbishop Temple's School.

During the mid 1950s I was enjoying Rock 'n' Roll and being a first generation teenager, when suddenly, just like Elvis, I found myself in uniform during 'The Cold War'...and then

I became 'a family'. Which meant that I sort of missed the 'swinging sixties', but still managed to look a complete prat in the 70s, just like everyone else.

During the 'Thatcher Years' I lost my hair and a lot of people lost a good deal more. My career fluctuated to say the least as I was demoted, promoted, fired and hired a number of times, but still I managed to stagger on into a welcome retirement and to celebrate 50 years of happy marriage.

No ‘victory’ for veterans.

I finished my Royal Air Force training during the summer of 1958 and awaited orders telling me where I was to be posted for the rest of my two years national service.

There were three or four possible destinations .. A ‘home’ posting, somewhere within the British Isles .. Germany. This was the height of the ‘Cold War’ .. Cyprus. A dangerous place to be at that time due to the fact that British troops were ‘caught in the crossfire’ between Greeks and Turks .. and .. Christmas Island where Britain was testing nuclear weapons.

I got a home posting to a radar station on the south coast of England, not too far from home and just a few miles along the coast from the seaside resort of Eastbourne. My mates called me a “lucky bastard” as this RAF station was known as “Fighter Command’s Holiday Camp”.

Yes, I was lucky, but I must admit that at the time, I rather fancied seeing the white beaches and palm trees of a Pacific island, rather than the pebbles and seaweed of Pevensey Bay.

Of course, I now know just how lucky I was not to have been sent to Christmas Island when those mushroom clouds were seen in the sky and unprotected young men stood and watched. I could easily have been one of them.

Now, more than 50 years later, hundreds of ex-servicemen exposed to radiation during the nuclear weapons tests have lost their Supreme Court bid to launch damages claims against the Ministry of Defence.

These veterans, who probably include some of my old mates, want compensation, saying they were made ill by their exposure to radiation.

To their shame, the British Government has spent a fortune defending this case through the courts for years, and The Ministry of Defence now acknowledges a “debt of gratitude”, …

2 Responses to “No ‘victory’ for veterans.”

I’ve ranted often and loudly about Cold War vets being treated as second-class veterans. Here you make the major point very well. Because you were serving, you were at risk of being placed in a dangerous situation as your comrades were at Christmas Island. You, and other Cold War vets like me, should be entitled to all the benefits available to anyone who served honorably no matter where they were assigned. All that aside, the treatment of the vets exposed to radiation is deplorable.

We talk a good game about how we should treat our veterans, but the reality is that we don’t treat them well, either. It’s as if, when they come back from defending us, we just dismiss them from our minds and conveniently forget all the promises we made to get them to sign up. But, then, most of our big talk about taking care of our people is just that – talk, and no real action. We can trace our attitude back to Vietnam, when we treated the homecoming vets shamefully.